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[ Mass Effect: Intervention ]

Kaevius Mercarian

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Name
Kaevius Mercarian

Race
Turian

Age
29

Sexuality
Bisexual

Gender
Male

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Appearance

Full Body with Armor

Kaevius is tall and well built like most military Turians with a stark white carapace that is decorated with the black markings of his family and uniquely gold eyes. He keeps himself well put together whether it be with his armor or when he is relaxing in his more comfortable clothes. He has surprisingly kept himself mostly free of scars due to sheer dumb luck most of the time, and wearing a helmet, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a few that are scattered underneath the armor. He tends to keep to neutral colors that more closely match his complexion than anything bright.

Height
6' 5"

Personality
When on duty Kaevius has a strict no nonsense type disposition. He understands the necessity of following orders and playing things careful and safe in order to protect the well being of the team and make sure that the mission goes smoothly as his trainers and COs taught him over the years. There isn’t time for hesitation when lives or the hood of the mission is on the line, so snap judgements need to be made.

However, when he's off the clock he is more than willing to let loose a little bit and have some fun. When not on a mission he likes to keep things light and avoid serious topics of conversation, unless strictly necessary. This doesn't mean he's oblivious or lacks insight-he knows full well how to read a room and when it's time to sober up. A lot of his jovial nature comes from a desire to cover up the stress and anxiety of the aftermath of the Reaper Invasion, and try to do that a bit for others as well. The only time he’s really quiet when off duty is when he holes himself up with his weapons in order to tinker with them.

Being a sniper makes him highly observant and patient, which translates into the time he spends around the crew. He can frequently tell when someone is struggling with something and he will try his best to help, if he can. The stark difference between the two sides of his personality can be somewhat jarring to those who haven’t spent more than one mission on his team, which is something he finds rather amusing. Most everyone expects Titian’s to be no nonsense rules followers all the time and he revels in breaking that mold.

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Rank/ Role / Specialty
Turian Navy Lieutenant/ Infiltrator/ Weapons Specialist

Equipment
M-97 Viper
M-3 Predator
M-15 Vindicator
Disruptor Ammo - With a focus on tech it’s important to have an ammo that can damage shields and synthetics. Adding an electric field to his ammo for additional damage and possible disable will do just that.
Frag Grenade - Kaevius doesn’t like to use them often, but when he’s in a bind ripping enemies apart with shrapnel will do.
Powers/Skills
Incinerate - Fires a plasma projectile that does bonus damage to armor and inflicts ongoing burning damage to unshielded foes. Suffice to say it’d be foolish not to have something that can damage armor as well.
Tactical Cloak - Employs light-bending technology to render the user invisible at the cost of shield regeneration. Kaevius mostly uses it to slip undetected into position so he can take a clean sniper shot or hit a weak armor point with incinerate. It’s the most important power in his arsenal.
Proximity Mine - Deploys an explosive mine that triggers when an enemy comes within proximity of or crosses a sensor laser. Enemies suffer more damage the closer they are to the mine. When combined with is tactical cloak and a bottleneck ambush this power is incredibly useful. Luring enemies near it with a few well placed shots also works.

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Biography

Early Years

Kaevius was born shortly after the beginning of the First Contact War in 2161 to a family of, at the time three, and quickly became the focus of his father's attention. Having an older sister meant that he was the first born son and therefore was meant to follow in his father's footsteps and join the military and become an officer. High Admiral Costus Mercarian is a well known name across Palaven and the Citadel which puts a great deal of pressure on Kaevius for the sake of the family name and his people. His father served in the First Contact War and, supposedly, held the ear of the Turian Councilor, but he never confirmed or denied the statements; preferring to let the people add to his heroic standing.

This didn't mean that Kaevius had a difficult or unloved childhood. Quite the opposite really. His father and mother both doted on him, as much as Turians do, and he found himself at the whims of the universe when it came to what he wanted to spend his free time doing. Much of that time was spent with his best friend Lucus Scrilin in the forests and fields on his family's property playing soldier or whatever else caught their fancy. He remained friends with Lucus all through boot camp and all through his service in the Turian Navy, and then on The Citadel for a brief stint of time until the war.

Being the first son his older sister, Iciana, got somewhat pushed to the wayside in his favor leading the two of them to have a less than friendly relationship for most of his youth up until he left for boot camp. Before he left she got married and moved away, he never expected to see her again and at the time his adolescent brain told him "good riddance" which is something he would come to regret years down the line. On the other head the birth of his younger brother Tiberius brought about a whole new series of fun things to do with the younger Turian and his father greatly encouraged their closeness and interaction as time went on. Even before he went to boot camp the two of them trained with Costus on simple hand to hand and how to shoot the most basic of weapons. At the time it always just felt like another fun game, but he is more than grateful for his father's careful guidance.

Boot camp came with more difficulties than he'd ultimately anticipated. He fun loving and jovial child he had been was quickly squashed by harsh COs and difficult training regimes in order to prepare him for work as a military officer, which meant even longer than just the required year of training. Once he let the COs think they'd worked the sense of self out of him and left behind a structured and obedient soldier his life got quite a lot easier, but that didn't stop himself and Lucus getting into trouble after lights out. Thankfully they never truly got caught or he would've seen the last of officer training. Instead he passed with flying colors and was assigned to a field unit where he spent the first part of his career working on fighting ground troop pockets of mercenaries and slavers all over the nearby systems and even leading a few teams himself. It was exciting and let him get an idea for the kind of work he could do across the galaxy, but he felt like he wanted to broaden his horizons, and what better place to do that than on The Citadel.

Leading up to the Reaper War

A little before Saren's invasion of the Citadel with Sovereign and his geth army Kaevius began work with C-Sec after coming to The Citadel as bright eyed as any young recruit; looking at the arms and vast number of ships that sped in and out of port. It was exactly the kind of place he had always wanted to see and he took no time in learning the ins and outs of every place that criminals might like to hole up. Not to say he didn't spend time enjoying some of the finer things in life that could only come with working a Citadel job, but the COs didn't need to know about that. Working with C-Sec was different than working with the Turian Military and thankfully he was already accustomed to the amount of red tape and bureaucracy that comes with serving in a structured organization. It was a bit of a step down from leading field teams, but what he ultimately wanted was to serve in the Turian Navy and any connection he could get would serve him well.

He kept his nose to the grindstone and worked hard to prove himself an asset to his superior officers and hopefully get recommended to a ship within the Turian Navy so he could explore the stars as he and Lucus had always imagined when they were children. Things were going well until Saren's invasion where he mostly focused on helping people evacuate with the occasional run in with pockets of geth that sent most of his C-Sec team scattering. He took a few good hits from the synthetics, but thankfully none of the civilians he needed to evacuate got killed. The rest of his team was not so lucky. A blown hole in the side of the arm they were serving in sent more than a few out into open space without a suit.

With the destruction of Sovereign by Commander Shepherd, a man that Kaevius had a large amount of respect for, he was able to turn his attention back to the protection of the Citadel. What he couldn't believe was that after the invasion the Council seemed disinclined to believe the Commander when it came to the threat of what Sovereign truly was. A Reaper, according to some of the interviews he saw, but he kept his mouth shut and let the Council say what they wanted. He knew the Commander wouldn't have lied about as big a threat as this, but its not like there was anything he could do about it.

He only heard rumors of the fights with the creatures known as the Collectors and the involvement of the human supremacy organization Cerberus. He was grateful that none of that fight made it to the The Citadel, the last thing they needed was a second invasion just after everything had been mostly fixed. Based on the reports and hushed words that he heard he couldn't help but think that the Commander had a point and that they were up against something far more dangerous than just the geth or Collectors.

The War

With the recommendation of one of his commanding officers at C-Sec Kaevius did get the post he was seeking with the Eighth Assault Fleet that served in Citadel space. He served under Velnus Domidros. A stern "lifer" who'd been serving in the Turian Navy since the moment he was able to. The older Turian must've seen something in Kaevius and took him on as a sort of apprentice. Teaching him leadership, command, and what became a massive hobby for him: weapon modification.

Unfortunately he didn't get to spend much time with the Eighth Fleet as the Reaper Invasion took quick hold of many systems. They got reports of whole planets and even solar systems going dark across the galaxy and it didn't take long for them to understand why. Shepherd had been right all along, and they were going to have to fight.

The Eighth Fleet was quickly called back to Palaven and Kaevius decided to utilize his time working as a field leader on the ground to his advantage. As much as he wanted to stay with the Navy ship he knew where his specialties would be most well utilized and he wasn't about to let his own wants get in the way of what was best for Palaven. He quickly found his father, who had previously been in the Reserves, and joined up with the troops that were under his command. He also found that his mother and brother were able to get off world-Tiberius taking up the responsibility of taking care of her. He also learned of the death of his sister and her whole family. While he had never had the best relationship with her, he never wanted her dead and this lit a fire inside. He would not let anyone else he cared for die in this war.

The fighting on Palaven was brutal and bloody, that was the arena he spent almost the entire war in. They had holed themselves up and it was siege at that point. He went out on the occasional raid with his father in an attempt to thin the herds of husks, marauders, and brutes or just keep communications up and running. One raid went horribly wrong and left the majority of his father's troops too mutilated to move or dead where they lay. An ambush set by marauders in a choke point that was run down by a brute. Efficient and deadly-just like the Turians. He stood by his mental declaration at the beginning of the war and saved his father. They were the only ones to make it back to base, bloody but alive. His father fully lost one of his legs to the tearing strength of the brute, but that didn't stop him from getting back out and giving orders. At that point Kaevius knew he couldn't give in either.

When the Battle of Earth began preparations he once again joined up with the Turian Navy Fleet, though he was upset to learn of the death of his CO. He joined in with the fleet and watched as many other ships were shot down by the Reapers. He could feel his determination flagging the wave of red light shut down all of the Reapers and just like that the war was over. He knew that it would take months to get even the most rudimentary jump ready with how damaged the relays were, but just like everyone else he was happy to know that they weren't all about to die.

Post-Invasion

After then invasion Kaevius lost a little bit of direction. With the death of his sister, the loss of his father's command, the knowledge that his best friend was declared MIA, and the general reeling that the whole of the galaxy was going through he found it difficult to find the drive to do anything more than watch the world go on around him and the surviving members of every race begin to rebuild.

It took several years before he was actually able to pull himself out of his torper and try to find his way in the world again. He found that direction with the Citadel Security Fleet. The new initiative gave him back that sense of camaraderie that he was lacking. With his assignment to the Intervention and the new crew he hopes to be able to at least somewhat restore that sense of wanderlust and excitement that he had so many years ago.

Affiliations
Mother: Allonia Mercarian: Alive
Father: Costus Mercarian: Alive but crippled in the Reaper Invasion on Palaven
Younger Brother: Tiberius Mercarian: Alive
Older Sister: Iciana Mercarian: Dead
Best Friend: Lucus Scrilin: Unknown
CO: Velnus Domidros: Dead

Relationships
TBD

Character Theme
Will add

@PrankFox

Accepted my boyo!

[ Mass Effect: Intervention ]

Tahen Niol

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Name
Tahen Niol

Race
Drell

Age
26

Sexuality
Straight

Gender
Male

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Appearance
Muscular build for a Drell. Blue and black skin with several scars on his face and neck and bright blue lips. Tends to wear light Guardian armor in combat. While wearing the standard uniform on duty and off duty. He wears a grey collar shirt with black pants.

Height
6'1

Personality
Tahen can be described as a friendly, calm, and sociable person most of the time. Content with himself most of the time and enjoys spending time with family. Stubbornness, a trait he got from his mother is that while he can compromise and see reason. If he sets his mind towards something, then it can be hard to dissuade him. Like not giving up his native Drell beliefs like many of his fellow young Drell. Being a mildly spiritual individual that prefers to pray in private.


During a mission, Tahen is focused and tends to only talk when needed. Cool under pressure and brave when needed. Though Tahen was trained to work alone and working with others during the Reaper War had forced him to adapt. Which while he can work well with others, he sometimes reverts back to his solo days. Which when asked how he learned his skills, you get a mixed response. For while the assassin training by the Hanar has been useful during the war. Tahen wishes he did not take up the Compact and it is a sore subject for him.

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Role / Specialty
Combat/CQC Specialist

Equipment
M-6 Carnifex pistol, M-27 Scimitar shotgun, Omni-Blade, Armor-Piercing Ammo, and Lift Grenades

Powers/Skills
Biotic Charge - Alters the biotic's mass, launching the user at an opponent. Restores some shield strength at the charge's end.

Shockwave - Blasts enemies with a line of explosions that proceeds through walls and other solid objects.

Slam - The power lifts a target and slams them to the ground inflicting damage.

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Biography
Tahen was born like most Drell on the Hanar homeworld of Kahje. The eldest of three and living in one of the several climate-controlled dome cities. Growing up, Tahen was raised mainly by his father as his mother was still serving the Compact. A drive to honor the Hanar that saved their people was something that his father would remind him often. Though Tahen wished that he could see his mother more often and not on missions. Regardless, Tahen and his siblings often played with each other in the meantime and were raised in traditional Drell ways. Something that left a strong impression on him.

When Tahen was ten was when the horrible news came to light, for his mother had developed Kepral's Syndrome. A well-known Drell and an incurable illness that left the family devastated. Which despite the news and protests from Tahen and his siblings, Tahen's mother still chose to honor the Compact and would go on more missions until she was too ill to continue. She would die soon after, and Tahen would never understand why her mother chose to do this. To serve and honor the Compact instead of being with her family during her final days, starting to view the Compact and honoring it as unfavorable.

Years later, when he was sixteen did tragedy strike his family again when his father developed Kepral's Syndrome. On his father's deathbed, did he wish for Tahen to take up the Compact like his mother before him. Tahen had reservations about it but ultimately decided on honoring his father's last wish. It helped that Tahen knew that his siblings would be well cared for without him, and he quickly took up the Compact.

Being trained as an assassin, Tahen spent six years serving the Hanar. Hunting and killing those the Hanar deemed to be killed. It was during this time that he started to question the Compact. Sure helping the Hanar with tasks that were difficult for them was one thing. But being used as a weapon for them, to do their dirty work. It did not feel right to Tahen felt more like this was a mistake. Which finally, Tahen convinced the Hanar to release him from the Compact. Now free from his binds, Tahen started to think about what to do with his newfound freedom. Only soon after being released did an ancient foe, the Reapers, return to the galaxy.

The ensuring Reaper War, Tahen joined the war effort and fought the best he could. But being essentially a free merc and not connected to any military. This meant that Tahen was bounced around during the war. One deployment of note was fighting alongside the Nos Astra Freedom Battalion near Illium. At the end of the war, Tahen took part in the Battle for Earth. Being apart of the initial fighting before getting knocked out by an explosion. When he woke up, Tahen found himself in a makeshift Alliance hospital and was told the news. They had won, Commander Shepard was successful, and Reaper forces across the galaxy were dead. This brought him immense relief that the galaxy was saved but, he was back to an old question that he had before the Reaper War. What to do now.

Tahen, at first, had no clue of what to do. Thinking about as he recovered and the mass relays became operational again. He considered becoming a merc since he has few skills outside of killing. But, after hearing of the Citadel Security Fleet and thinking about it. Tahen knew what he wanted to do and before enlisting. He made a trip to visit his siblings first and after some time with them. Tahen enlisted and served for four years before eventually being assigned to the SSV-Intervention. Where to his surprise, he will meet some familiar faces.

Affiliations
Thula Niol - Father(Dead), Esanu Niol - Mother(Dead), Druri Niol - Brother(Alive), Okasu Niol - Sister(Alive)

Relationships
TBA

Character Theme
N/A

@Theyra

Also going to be accepting this

[ Mass Effect: Intervention ]

Cian Flynn

IDENTIFICATION

Cian Flynn [KEE-an FLIN]

Race

Human

Age

28

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Gender

Masculine

Appearance

Cian has the mug of a pit-fighting Varren, without the bright, excited looking eyes and the almost elated seeming expression of its maw. His hazel eyes rarely seem to betray anything other than a hint of anger or sadness and with the gift of time one might notice he never seems to fully smile.

The left side of his face is marred by scarring, his cheek especially is criss-crossed, with one scar beginning at the edge of his mouth and ending at around the top of his ear. The other most noticeable blemish starts just under his nose and ends in the midst of his jawline. He has other scars on his face but they’re somewhat less noticeable. One faded going through his left eyebrow and another that runs from his top lip down to his chin.

He is unpredictably formidable physically for his rather average height, having spent the years following the Reaper War packing on weight in muscle and training his body to its genetic edge. The consequential thick muscle on his torso, arms and legs have made his stature somewhat rectangular looking.

In terms of clothing, on-duty Cian obviously mostly just wears the standard Intervention uniform, though he isn’t thrilled about it. Not exactly a rules and regulations kind of guy. Off-duty he still prefers to wear the old street fashion of Earth. Dark coloured hoodies, leather jackets, jeans, boots and trainers. His style tends to be pretty nondescript.

In combat Cian wears a full suit of Hahne-Kedar armour. It is almost entirely black with the single exception of a violet stripe running the length of the left arm pieces.

Height

5’10

Weight

186lb

Personality

Cian would consider himself a realist. Unfortunately reality for him has always been brutal and unforgiving with the rare occurrence of compassion or love being the only things that have stopped him from becoming a fully-fledged psychopath. He has an array of negative traits. He’s violent, stubborn, asocial, ignorant of many social things and has a tendency towards temperamentality. On the other hand he’s prone to politeness, surprisingly open-minded and considerate, mentally resilient, intelligent, calm under intense pressure and seemingly fearless.

Things are not always as they seem though. Cian may appear calm and act borderline fearless in most circumstances but this comes at the great cost of being constantly on edge. Relaxing for the man is an incredible effort that these days he can only really achieve when he’s alone in a room with his back to the wall, facing preferably it's only entrance. Feeling this way has had a profound effect on almost everything in his life. He struggles to relax around others so doesn’t form relationships easily. This in turn has negatively affected his social, familial, love and work life. Sadly it has also saved his skin on countless occasions, even before he was a soldier.

Ultimately Cian is a warrior who wants to feel and act more like a person, but for his entire life so far he has relied on the defense mechanisms that make that difficult. For him there was never a difference between his work and home life, and his work life almost always included violence. Trying to split the two for him is a seemingly insurmountable challenge.

Rank / Role / Specialty

Alliance Navy Lieutenant - Marine Infantry - Armourer’s Apprentice

Equipment

M-96 Mattock
M-6 Carnifax
M-27 Scimitar
Omni-Blade

Powers/Skills

Adrenaline Rush: With peak-possibility reflexes (for a human) and the help of both combat focused narcotics and movement-prediction technology Cian can seemingly slow down time, at least for himself. This has a rather lengthy cooldown however as the narcotics can have serious ill-effects if ingested too frequently.

Fortification: Basically just emergency armour shielding. Takes tremendous energy for the armour’s battery pack to do, so also quite limited.

Carnage: An armour-piercing explosive round. Usually does a fair amount of shrapnel damage due to whatever poor bastard it hits equipment exploding at whoever is in his vicinity.

Armour Piercing Ammo

Frag Grenades

Biography

Early Years to Adulthood

Cian was born and raised in South London. His dad resided in various prisons more often than at home growing up, with three separate long stints before his son had hit adulthood. It’s not worth going into what the prick was like, suffice to say Cian, his siblings and their mum quietly preferred it when he was incarcerated and in the opinion of the concerned majority he didn’t die soon enough.

His mum was a typical south London mum for his area. Tough because she didn’t have much choice, somewhat nurturing but not coddling, overall a decent enough parent but too many odds stacked against her with not enough help in reach. What little goodness Cian sees in himself he attributes to her.

Cian was the middle child of five siblings, and they more than anyone else made him who he is. By the time Cian was fifteen his older sister Violet and older brother Sean had already gone partially down the road of their father and were already into a life of street crime. Violet was intelligent, ambitious and cunning. Sean was violent, ruthless and more than a little unpredictable. Together they took the local gangs by storm. Not long satisfied with working under any of the local leaders Violet and Sean split off, taking almost half their original gang with them and forming their own. This split the local gang-controlled drug industry in half and immediately caused more than one gang war to break out.

Cian himself, about to turn sixteen at this point, wasn't all too involved in that life yet. He still wanted to be as little like his father as possible and the best way he saw to do that was avoid crime, drugs and drink as much as he could. He’d seen what most people had seen at his age. A few shootings and dozens of beatdowns but for the former only as a spectator. This changed when members of one of the rival gangs his siblings were beefing with spotted his youngest brother and sister walking to school one day and murdered Michael, his brother in the street. Cian had always been extremely protective of his younger siblings and this event forced a complete psychological 180 for him. He went from eschewing any act that remotely reminded him of his father to almost channeling him. He harnessed all the hate, fear and anger he’d long suppressed and forced his regretful older sister and vengeful brother to give him targets for his warpath. Over the next several months he went from a relatively innocent sixteen year old to an eager and willing murderer.

It turned out Cian was a naturally gifted criminal. He had the combined traits of his elder siblings in that regard. The cunning and thoughtfulness of Violet and the knack for violence and ruthlessness of Sean, without the lack of forethought or unpredictability. Violet and Cian stalked their enemies and planned how best to carry out their killings and once enough planning had been done Cian with the help of Sean and other trusted gang members carried them out. Over the next year their pool of enemies dwindled as they were murdered, imprisoned or went into hiding. Occasionally a plan went astray and the Flynn brothers came out more than a little bloody but that was just the way of things, easily explained away by claiming to catch a stray on the block or being the victim of a violent mugging.

By the time the majority of killing had ended Sean had also been murdered and Violet and Cian were mentally and physically scarred shells of their former, relatively vibrant selves. With the death of her second child, Cian's mum had a nervous breakdown and had to be hospitalized. Violet, now twenty one years of age and making a considerable amount of money controlling the local drug trade, adopted their youngest surviving sibling and tried to keep things as peaceful as possible for her sake. When that inevitably failed due to the business they were in, Cian was there to swiftly bury any problem, along with his best friend and fellow murderer George Woods. Over the years less and less problems came up though, as Violet and Cian learned more about controlling things and their reputation for warring grew.

Cian found himself in limbo, unable to go back to the person he was before he’d walked this path of blood but hating who he’d become.

Reaper War

By the time the Reapers invaded Earth Cian was 24 years old. Violet and him had expanded and by this point controlled most of the drug, gun and smuggling trade in and out of London. Between the turf wars, discreet trade deals, necessary hideouts and many front businesses they owned, Cian and his sister had become extremely knowledgeable in the traversal of London and how to use the territory to their advantage. This fact alone saved their lives innumerable times during the resistance.

As for all intents and purposes, the world ended Violet and Cian very quickly realized continuing to chase profit was pointless. Working to resist and survive however was as worthy a goal as it always had been. To that purpose they used the knowledge they had acquired over long years of fighting to turn what remained of their gang into a guerilla resistance force. Violet strategized as she had always done and Cian led the troops on hit and run raids and outpost movements.

Over the next year almost everyone Cian knew died. Sophie, his youngest sister, perished when Reaper forces hit a base they were staying at before they could move. Their mother too, as far as they could find out, presumably had died in the initial destruction. Very quickly those things became almost impossible to know for certain, but with what the Reapers did to captives the siblings almost hoped she had. George Woods went missing whilst leading a raid with everyone that accompanied him, and neither Violet or Cian heard word of him after. Aside from that the vast majority of their resistance force had been wiped. Things were looking incredibly grim. They were doing better than any two kids from the streets could have possibly hoped to, both strategy wise and in combat but against the Reapers numbers and power it was simply inert long term.

They were down to a force of maybe two dozen and teetering on the edge of going out in one last “fuck you” suicide attack when David Anderson came to London. Violet was a fantastic small-scale strategist, but Anderson was a genius with decades of experience under his belt. The man was quite literally a living legend. Slowly, things went from utterly hopeless back to just extremely bad, and extremely bad was within their comfort zone. Anderson had a way of making people truly believe they were more than they felt.

Cian was on yet another raid one night when he came across a unit of soldiers almost overwhelmed by a horde of husks and cannibals. Using them as a distraction he flanked the reaper units and wiped scores of them out with grenades and crossfire, giving the soldiers themselves breathing room to regroup and get back into the fight. When quiet fell and the reapers lay dead and still the unit of soldiers took Cian and his men back to their Captain. One David Anderson. Impressed by the tale of Cian’s unit told by his troops and further truths of survival told by Cian himself, he offered to officially conscript Cian, his sister and their men into the Alliance Navy. He would give them equipment, intel, even other conscripts to lead eventually, when leadership skill was further proven. Cian had never been a uniform wearing kind of guy, but he knew to refuse such an offer would probably mean death for him and his sister, likely sooner rather than later.

Together they held out long enough for the Crucible to be deployed. Both Cian and his sister received numerous battlefield promotions, both ending up as Ensigns at the end of the war. David Anderson passed on along with Shepard, but to Cian he remains a living memory. A shining beacon in the darkness of what even men of war can aspire to.

Post Reaper War

After the war the only things Cian really had left were his sister and his hard-earned career in the Systems Alliance Navy. He didn’t see much point staying on Earth anymore. His sister was leaving to advance her own career and after awkwardly discussing their previous life with her they both quickly came to the conclusion that it had been petty, immoral and stupid. Nothing quite like a genocidal alien invasion and watching the near destruction of your homeworld to make you realize how ignorant it is to fight and kill over profit and territory measured in neighborhoods.

Saying an emotional and temporary goodbye to each other they both headed off-planet to get some ship-board and space experience. It turned out people like them were in very high demand. Folk who had fought the Reapers and not only lived, but thrived. Cian himself was put to both work and education. There were massive efforts to get the many Alliance conscripts up to snuff on all the things that fell by the wayside in the chaos of the war. As such Cian found himself split between studying on board the vessels he was assigned to and taking part in attacks against both pirate bases planetside and Cerberus space stations. Surprisingly he enjoyed both tasks more than he thought he would. Learning was fulfilling and killing slavers and terrorists was putting his illicitly gained skills to justified use.

After a couple of years of touring space Cian was quite deeply ingrained into Alliance life. Perhaps even comfortable with having an official, legitimate career. One of the greatest surprises of his life came at this time when he was called into a meeting and told by an Admiral that David Anderson himself had recommended him for the N7 program. It had obviously taken a hell of a long time to get to the point where telling him was anything close to a priority with everything going on. The top brass were also reluctant about offering any war time conscripts such a thing since so many were unpredictable and turned out unsuitable to Navy life long term. Especially people such as Cian with dubious at best, nefarious at worst backgrounds. Apparently having stayed in the service for a few years, passed dozens of educational courses and fought many battles was enough to ease their doubts in regards to him however. He gratefully and eagerly accepted, and anticipated his trip to The Villa in the near future.

In present time Cian has graduated to become an N4 with a future invitation to return for further training and risen to the rank of Lieutenant in the Alliance. His latest assignment has put him on loan to the Citadel and he has been ordered to report to the SSV-Intervention.

Affiliations

Thomas Flynn - Father - Deceased
Mary Flynn - Mother - Unknown
Violet Flynn - Sister - Alive
Sean Flynn - Brother - Deceased
Michael Flynn - Brother - Deceased
Sophie Flynn - Sister - Deceased
David Anderson - Hero - Deceased
George Woods - Best Friend - Unknown

Relationships

Not yet applicable.

Character Theme

SAMURAI - Never Fade Away

@Sad Ogo

>What living in London does to a mf

I'm gonna accept this one!

[ Mass Effect: Intervention ]

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Vael'Ginis

_{На Заре}

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___________________________________ Vael'Ginis vas Intervention nar Ceepal, 30 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Quarian | Ceepal, Migrant Fleet ___________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Birth - 2160 ► Height - 6'1" / 181cm ► Weight - 171 lbs / 78.8kg ► Hair Color - ??? ► Eye Color - White ► Classification - Combat Engineer ► Rank - Citadel Security Serviceman ► Sexuality - Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E As with most Quarian, Vael isn't typically identified by their physical appearance, but by the suits they adorn. And with him stands a somewhat blander design on first glance. A once eccentric and colourful suit had since been replaced with something a lot duller in design. A thick crimson tone runs across his upper-torso and hood, made from thick, elasticated wraps. Where his individuality comes from is etched into the wraps themselves - a family pattern passed through several generations, sourced from an unfamiliar design on one's past pilgrimage, gives him his main sense of attachment to the suit he adorns. The vast majority of his suit is of a dark grey and black, with strips of dark olive drab headed down either side of his thighs to his heels. Two small semicircles sit on either side of his hip, coated in the same shade as his hood, which is then buried beneath another elasticated wrap that circumnavigates his waist. His visor blends in well enough with its brooding purple tone, washed out like the remnants of a long-passed regent. And beneath that purple shade lies the two white eyes that shine through, as well as a faint outline of the Quarian's face. As with most, he's done little to show his crew or previous servicemen much of what he looks like, with only a few proper exceptions in life.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Once before, there was an adventurous and brash Quarian that had every incentive to go down the rabbit holes of danger to see what laid beneath the lights and sun-kissed plains of planet surfaces and ship decks. That was a while back. When one Vael'Ginis nar Ceepal found what was beneath the surface, something far more familiar to how he entered the SSV-Intervention came about. Vael is something of a blunt individual; he's got a sense of direction and sees to make it as minimally exciting as can be, though still has a deep-rooted willingness to peer ahead whilst he still can. He's cautious in a sense that he's thorough. Double checking, to triple checking. If he's made a system, he has also attempted to back it up several times. This anxiety disguises itself as a drive to do better and what he does, and has brought him a remarkable distance since his lowest hours in life, but at some point that sort of pressure mounts itself.

But as a conversationalist, he's been known to flipflop between the ease of a river's flow to that of a brick wall. There's always a slight reluctance to bring personal reasoning into everything he does, and he does his best to wave it off if he can. Still, his love for tinkering has put him in a place among the many of his ship. It's a fresh start from where he was before, and the countless new faces does bring itself the benefit of fading into the obscure crowds of nobodies, lest the ship's crew had their eyes on bringing out a lost Quarian sense of purpose. Then again, those who hadn't emerged from the Reaper Invasion with the mental scars to prove so were either cold, far gone or used to the horror that had besieged them.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Early Life

Vael'Ginis nar Ceepal was born, of course, aboard the Migrant Fleet vessel known as the Ceepal, a small machinist ship that was among the most unremarkable in its ranks. His father was quite the hallmark example of a formal crewman. His skills in electrical engineering proved among the best for their far smaller and strangely designed flotilla vessel, and so it would have been only natural for the lessons of Vael's paternal tutor to be pushed onto him. At first, Vael was very compliant, taking immediate interest in the intricacies of VI management and shielding systems, both from the micro and personal levels all the way up to the ships barriers. But as with youth came a need to do all else with his life, and the pilgrimage was soon coming into place. Back then, he was far more adventurous and excited to see what laid beyond. He had heard stories of those who'd landed feet first into worlds unfit for the ship-borne Quarians, and those who'd came back with many stories to tell. Those excited him beyond comprehension. His father warned him to take more care in his practices and to find something more grounded to suit his needs, but Vael was all too keen to take what he'd learnt from his father into a dangerous place - that alone would've been worth the pilgrimage and would've given any fleet captain proof of his worth.

Pilgrimage

So, he found himself aboard many ships on his journeys beyond the fleet. At first it was a case of jumping between shipyards and orbital stations in search of work and direction. Unlike some of his Quarian friends who'd settled somewhere in order to find something concrete, Vael took interest in going as far down the rabbit hole as he could. He began by hitching rides with travelling merchant ships between systems, before he took a defacto job posting aboard a Turian diplomatic ship as an engineer, where he received his first security training. From there, he spent some time on the Citadel. Life was somewhat challenging aboard the infamous station, as it was for most Quarians who'd set foot there, but by tugging on the diplomat's cloak he managed to secure access onto the station. This however resulted in him living with relative scarcity, and he regularly made trouble for himself by attempting to gain access to maintenance areas forbidden to the public. Around this time he'd convinced himself that he wanted to be something of an infiltrator - or anything of similar adrenaline thrills, for at the very least it'd benefit the Migrant Fleet's peacekeeping operations.

His exploits on the Citadel were short-lived. Twice he found himself in front of C-SEC desks getting a stern telling off, with one including a fine, yet it eventually funnelled him into a bar one evening, which bumped him into Graham Siletto. The human male talked the night away with him, and he was introduced to the life of excavation. They were more of a small, privatised group that entered caverns suspected of containing Prothean artefacts and, more importantly, being commissioned to investigate events such as mine collapses and disasters. It was the perfect setup for Vael, as it gave him a somewhat honourable goal, but he soon became hooked on the thrill of it all. His practical knowledge of electrical engineering made him a solid asset to the small team of humans, asari, turian and a Salarian, of which he grew fond of. Cestal Azoma was quite the talented engineer, of which Vael made a strong attempt to learn from her machinist background. Engines and ground-based excavation technology soon became an additional passion for the young Quarian. However, the job postings soon became more and more dangerous.

Come late 2182, the team found themselves underprepared for an excavation dig no one could've made ready for. Though at the time it was without any seemed reason, a small collection of Geth were caught digging up for remains. A violent clash broke out and the group were forced to retreat out of the mine with half their numbers dead. Vael was, admittedly, a little shaken, but he tried to rally up his fear at the time to show the greater good for his fleet. He'd taken a single Geth arm and brought it with him back to the fleet, ending his pilgrimage with rapid disturbance. Soon, he was quarantined and questioned in private over the acquirement of the piece, and though he was at least saved from exile through the commendation of two admirals, his word was immediately put on lockdown. There was to be no spreading of Geth beyond the Perseus Veil, for they believed it would spread panic for what could've been an unorthodox case of rogue machines. Several months later, the Eden Prime War began.

Marceko Scout

At the turn of 2183, Vael had been accepted as an engineer aboard the Marceko, a patrol fleet that housed its own company of off-fleet scouts. He worked on the lower decks for the first half of his service, and he heard rumours of the Geth being spotted on Eden Prime - a human colony. Many engineers aboard the Marceko were offered alternative employment as scouts within the local Marine platoons, though few like Vael accepted the position. He felt as if there were more to be seen, more that needed experiencing and more that was kept behind lock and key. Vael's drive became more of an obsession. It was here that he received actual military training, and the at-the-time Vael'Ginis vas Marceko was sent in moderate secrecy to nearby systems, investigating leftovers of Geth presence. Once the Eden Prime war ended with the traumatic invasion of the Citadel by Sovereign, an event in which most Quarians missed out on, the inner anti-Geth sentiment that was all but natural for his kind brewed within Vael.

2184 saw the closing end of the Eden Prime War. The Alliance became reliant on patrol fleets and civilian ships to report Geth presence after the Battle of the Citadel. Vael's platoon was picked to partake in independent raids of their own, attempting to salvage some of the machinery themselves. Though the purpose was unknown, this was in part due to an opportunity for Admiral Daro'Xen vas Moreh to acquire tech to study with. Vael became rather delinquent in these times and had let his hatred for the Geth show in his actions. His attitude was better depicted in his brash change of outfitting, as extended raids upon planets gave him new assets to his clothing. The bulk of these publicised raids were over by mid-2184, but these continued on in private after the Alliance deemed the threat neutralised. Quarian desires to ensure there were next to no holdouts led to a heavy commitment to eradication. Often at times, Vael argued with his superiors, who shared vested interest in gathering Geth technology for study.

By 2185, the Collector issue began to rise, and an increasing number of Geth holdouts found in large numbers led to a struggled uphill battle between the creators and their lost servants. Vael's view of peaking under the blankets and descending down into the dangers of the galaxy began to be peeled from his body at this point, though he was still steadfast in being the first scout to take note of and study holdout electrical defences. His platoon had minimal involvement in the Collectors' scourge of human colonies however there was once an exchange of fire between a Cerberus reconnaissance team and Vael's platoon. It would be the only time Vael had ever been fired upon by the human organisation.

Of course, a terrible crisis struck the Migrant Fleet in 2185. The Alarei went dark, and the ship had been compromised from within by Geth brought to Admiral Rael'Zorah vas Alarei. Whilst a treason court case was managed within the Migrant Fleet, several squads of Quarian Marines attempted to board the ship, but were always repelled or slaughtered. Vael saw friends enter the shuttle and never make it back on the return journey. It wasn't until an infamous human Commander stepped in and solved the situation that the crisis was put to rest and the trial sorted, however the scout found great distress from the real prospect of Geth intrusion.

The Reaper Invasion / Battle for Rannoch

After the Alarei Incident, and the acquittal of the Admiral's daughter, Vael's hatred turned to dangerous obsession once more. He put himself forward for every mission his platoon was offered. Geth raids became ever the more frequent, and talks of build up toward a war for Rannoch were soon felt on the whispers aboard the fleet. He found himself landing on planets and stations once never visited, and was placed on extended operations with the task of rooting out Geth resistance. Many believed at the time they were dealing with the remnant to their enemy, but it was during 2186 when that belief came to a screeching halt.

Vael found himself on a raid when the hour struck: and like a swarm in the sky, three Reaper vessels descended to the surface of a city. The Quarian team had heard news of a Geth hideout beneath the urban surface, but they were soon plunged into a terrible state of survival. It took them an hour to get offworld and to leave the system in haste, back to the Migrant Fleet, but the shock and awe of the Reaper scourge shook Vael. The following invasion of Rannoch then mounted on the pressures toward him, who went through the motions of grief, trauma, denial, hatred and ended on a sense of misdirection. The first hour he set foot on Rannoch was a memory he thought he'd enjoy, but it was spent under a hail of gunfire with Quarian soldiers caught under hellfire. His home ship, the Ceepal, was lost to Geth fighters in the battle. Eventually, the war ended with the majority of the Geth being killed by coordinated fleet fire. The prodigal Human Commander destroyed the Reaper on the planet's surface with the help of the Heavy Fleet, and so the Creator-Geth War ended in what should've been a triumph. Vael felt a strong emptiness afterward, and struggled immensely with the cost of familiar life.

During the Battle for Earth, Vael's platoon was sent instead to Mars in a joint-operation with Turians to seize Reaper harvesting plants that had since been moved from earth, more as a distracting or crippling blow to the planet's presence if the Battle for Earth failed. Then again, with the amassing of the Crucible and the largest armada known to the Galaxy, failure was almost an assurance of death. When the Crucible fired, Vael's platoon had been surrounded and cut down to but five members, caught in a desperate last stand against Husks and Marauders. But something on Earth had gone correctly, and the guns fell silent. The Reapers dropped dead to the ground, and the war seemed to be over.

Post-Reaper Life

Having been with the vast fleet in the Sol System, the Mass Effect Relays were most in a damaged state across the Galaxy. With the combined efforts of all those still within Sol and its neighbouring systems, the human Mass Effect relay was soon in a state of moderate operation a month later, leading to the gradual return back to the Citadel. Along the way, several members of the Migrant Fleet's occupants drifted away whilst many made the arduous journey back to Rannoch. Vael couldn't bear the pressure of all he'd been through and irrationally decided to stop by the Citadel, where he watched his surviving fleet limp back home. Many Quarians made refuge and life on the Citadel as well, but the vast majority still went back to experience their recaptured home.

Two years after the Reaper Invasion, Vael went from civilian work as an electrical engineer back into armed service in the newly formed Citadel Security Fleet. He'd spend much of his civilian life in the already overloaded therapy clinics for post-traumatic stress disorder, but he was deemed fit and untroubled enough to fit the already stretched restrictions in returning to service. He underwent additional training and mainly spent his time on small research stations posed as a guard, before he was given a transfer recommendation toward the SSV-Intervention, a new ship in the line of the Citadel's Peacekeeping Doctrine, inspired by Shepard himself. The SSV-Intervention was still in its trial phase, but that landed him among the second wave of crew to join under Captain Te'yany Janniius, the somewhat mysterious Captain at its head. He decided to stick with the ship in its final moments before deployment, landing him as an official member of the crew.

---_{P O W E R S}

Overload: An electrostatic discharge set upon a chosen target. An engineer's favourites upon shields and synthetics, as well as doubling up as a way to damage equipment.

Sentry Turret: A small and autonomous sentry turret that can be deployed nearby. Mostly needs replacement if destroyed, but equipped to chip away and suppress opponents. Ideal for chokeholds. Can be equipped with an upgraded flame variant, though those are limited in numbers.

Energy Drain: Though primarily for draining shields and reimbursing his own, Vael finds this to be more useful as a means to do his standard engineering job. It is rudimentary as it wasn't its intended design purpose, but on the fly transfer of energy from one machine to another in quick succession is a sort of layman's side-gig for the tool.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- N7 Hurricane
- M3 Predator
- Arc Grenades
- Suit-integrated Bandolier for Thermal Clips
- Reconnaissance module (zoom enhancement) for Suit Visor
- The Beloved Omnitool that every Tom, Dick and Harry has

---_{F A M I L Y}

- Rai'Ginis vas Ceepal [Father - Deceased]
- Kalash'Tala vas Ceepal [Mother - Alive]

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

To be expanded

Te'yany Janniius

The SSV-Intervention's Captain has conversed with Vael on multiple occasions. He was among the second wave of crew to join the ship during its testing trials, with the first wave simply being the leadership key figures and skeleton crew at its bare minimum. The two talked mostly on professional terms, as most had with the Captain, however he was once called into the Operations Room during trials. He claims it wasn't for anything major, but hasn't spoken about it since leaving. They seem on relative terms but the now cautious Quarian has his worries and doubts.

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[ Mass Effect: Intervention ]

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Vael'Ginis

_{На Заре}

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___________________________________ Vael'Ginis vas Intervention nar Ceepal, 30 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Quarian | Ceepal, Migrant Fleet ___________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Birth - 2160 ► Height - 6'1" / 181cm ► Weight - 171 lbs / 78.8kg ► Hair Color - ??? ► Eye Color - White ► Classification - Combat Engineer ► Rank - Citadel Security Serviceman ► Sexuality - Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E As with most Quarian, Vael isn't typically identified by their physical appearance, but by the suits they adorn. And with him stands a somewhat blander design on first glance. A once eccentric and colourful suit had since been replaced with something a lot duller in design. A thick crimson tone runs across his upper-torso and hood, made from thick, elasticated wraps. Where his individuality comes from is etched into the wraps themselves - a family pattern passed through several generations, sourced from an unfamiliar design on one's past pilgrimage, gives him his main sense of attachment to the suit he adorns. The vast majority of his suit is of a dark grey and black, with strips of dark olive drab headed down either side of his thighs to his heels. Two small semicircles sit on either side of his hip, coated in the same shade as his hood, which is then buried beneath another elasticated wrap that circumnavigates his waist. His visor blends in well enough with its brooding purple tone, washed out like the remnants of a long-passed regent. And beneath that purple shade lies the two white eyes that shine through, as well as a faint outline of the Quarian's face. As with most, he's done little to show his crew or previous servicemen much of what he looks like, with only a few proper exceptions in life.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Once before, there was an adventurous and brash Quarian that had every incentive to go down the rabbit holes of danger to see what laid beneath the lights and sun-kissed plains of planet surfaces and ship decks. That was a while back. When one Vael'Ginis nar Ceepal found what was beneath the surface, something far more familiar to how he entered the SSV-Intervention came about. Vael is something of a blunt individual; he's got a sense of direction and sees to make it as minimally exciting as can be, though still has a deep-rooted willingness to peer ahead whilst he still can. He's cautious in a sense that he's thorough. Double checking, to triple checking. If he's made a system, he has also attempted to back it up several times. This anxiety disguises itself as a drive to do better and what he does, and has brought him a remarkable distance since his lowest hours in life, but at some point that sort of pressure mounts itself.

But as a conversationalist, he's been known to flipflop between the ease of a river's flow to that of a brick wall. There's always a slight reluctance to bring personal reasoning into everything he does, and he does his best to wave it off if he can. Still, his love for tinkering has put him in a place among the many of his ship. It's a fresh start from where he was before, and the countless new faces does bring itself the benefit of fading into the obscure crowds of nobodies, lest the ship's crew had their eyes on bringing out a lost Quarian sense of purpose. Then again, those who hadn't emerged from the Reaper Invasion with the mental scars to prove so were either cold, far gone or used to the horror that had besieged them.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Early Life

Vael'Ginis nar Ceepal was born, of course, aboard the Migrant Fleet vessel known as the Ceepal, a small machinist ship that was among the most unremarkable in its ranks. His father was quite the hallmark example of a formal crewman. His skills in electrical engineering proved among the best for their far smaller and strangely designed flotilla vessel, and so it would have been only natural for the lessons of Vael's paternal tutor to be pushed onto him. At first, Vael was very compliant, taking immediate interest in the intricacies of VI management and shielding systems, both from the micro and personal levels all the way up to the ships barriers. But as with youth came a need to do all else with his life, and the pilgrimage was soon coming into place. Back then, he was far more adventurous and excited to see what laid beyond. He had heard stories of those who'd landed feet first into worlds unfit for the ship-borne Quarians, and those who'd came back with many stories to tell. Those excited him beyond comprehension. His father warned him to take more care in his practices and to find something more grounded to suit his needs, but Vael was all too keen to take what he'd learnt from his father into a dangerous place - that alone would've been worth the pilgrimage and would've given any fleet captain proof of his worth.

Pilgrimage

So, he found himself aboard many ships on his journeys beyond the fleet. At first it was a case of jumping between shipyards and orbital stations in search of work and direction. Unlike some of his Quarian friends who'd settled somewhere in order to find something concrete, Vael took interest in going as far down the rabbit hole as he could. He began by hitching rides with travelling merchant ships between systems, before he took a defacto job posting aboard a Turian diplomatic ship as an engineer, where he received his first security training. From there, he spent some time on the Citadel. Life was somewhat challenging aboard the infamous station, as it was for most Quarians who'd set foot there, but by tugging on the diplomat's cloak he managed to secure access onto the station. This however resulted in him living with relative scarcity, and he regularly made trouble for himself by attempting to gain access to maintenance areas forbidden to the public. Around this time he'd convinced himself that he wanted to be something of an infiltrator - or anything of similar adrenaline thrills, for at the very least it'd benefit the Migrant Fleet's peacekeeping operations.

His exploits on the Citadel were short-lived. Twice he found himself in front of C-SEC desks getting a stern telling off, with one including a fine, yet it eventually funnelled him into a bar one evening, which bumped him into Graham Siletto. The human male talked the night away with him, and he was introduced to the life of excavation. They were more of a small, privatised group that entered caverns suspected of containing Prothean artefacts and, more importantly, being commissioned to investigate events such as mine collapses and disasters. It was the perfect setup for Vael, as it gave him a somewhat honourable goal, but he soon became hooked on the thrill of it all. His practical knowledge of electrical engineering made him a solid asset to the small team of humans, asari, turian and a Salarian, of which he grew fond of. Cestal Azoma was quite the talented engineer, of which Vael made a strong attempt to learn from her machinist background. Engines and ground-based excavation technology soon became an additional passion for the young Quarian. However, the job postings soon became more and more dangerous.

Come late 2182, the team found themselves underprepared for an excavation dig no one could've made ready for. Though at the time it was without any seemed reason, a small collection of Geth were caught digging up for remains. A violent clash broke out and the group were forced to retreat out of the mine with half their numbers dead. Vael was, admittedly, a little shaken, but he tried to rally up his fear at the time to show the greater good for his fleet. He'd taken a single Geth arm and brought it with him back to the fleet, ending his pilgrimage with rapid disturbance. Soon, he was quarantined and questioned in private over the acquirement of the piece, and though he was at least saved from exile through the commendation of two admirals, his word was immediately put on lockdown. There was to be no spreading of Geth beyond the Perseus Veil, for they believed it would spread panic for what could've been an unorthodox case of rogue machines. Several months later, the Eden Prime War began.

Marceko Scout

At the turn of 2183, Vael had been accepted as an engineer aboard the Marceko, a patrol fleet that housed its own company of off-fleet scouts. He worked on the lower decks for the first half of his service, and he heard rumours of the Geth being spotted on Eden Prime - a human colony. Many engineers aboard the Marceko were offered alternative employment as scouts within the local Marine platoons, though few like Vael accepted the position. He felt as if there were more to be seen, more that needed experiencing and more that was kept behind lock and key. Vael's drive became more of an obsession. It was here that he received actual military training, and the at-the-time Vael'Ginis vas Marceko was sent in moderate secrecy to nearby systems, investigating leftovers of Geth presence. Once the Eden Prime war ended with the traumatic invasion of the Citadel by Sovereign, an event in which most Quarians missed out on, the inner anti-Geth sentiment that was all but natural for his kind brewed within Vael.

2184 saw the closing end of the Eden Prime War. The Alliance became reliant on patrol fleets and civilian ships to report Geth presence after the Battle of the Citadel. Vael's platoon was picked to partake in independent raids of their own, attempting to salvage some of the machinery themselves. Though the purpose was unknown, this was in part due to an opportunity for Admiral Daro'Xen vas Moreh to acquire tech to study with. Vael became rather delinquent in these times and had let his hatred for the Geth show in his actions. His attitude was better depicted in his brash change of outfitting, as extended raids upon planets gave him new assets to his clothing. The bulk of these publicised raids were over by mid-2184, but these continued on in private after the Alliance deemed the threat neutralised. Quarian desires to ensure there were next to no holdouts led to a heavy commitment to eradication. Often at times, Vael argued with his superiors, who shared vested interest in gathering Geth technology for study.

By 2185, the Collector issue began to rise, and an increasing number of Geth holdouts found in large numbers led to a struggled uphill battle between the creators and their lost servants. Vael's view of peaking under the blankets and descending down into the dangers of the galaxy began to be peeled from his body at this point, though he was still steadfast in being the first scout to take note of and study holdout electrical defences. His platoon had minimal involvement in the Collectors' scourge of human colonies however there was once an exchange of fire between a Cerberus reconnaissance team and Vael's platoon. It would be the only time Vael had ever been fired upon by the human organisation.

Of course, a terrible crisis struck the Migrant Fleet in 2185. The Alarei went dark, and the ship had been compromised from within by Geth brought to Admiral Rael'Zorah vas Alarei. Whilst a treason court case was managed within the Migrant Fleet, several squads of Quarian Marines attempted to board the ship, but were always repelled or slaughtered. Vael saw friends enter the shuttle and never make it back on the return journey. It wasn't until an infamous human Commander stepped in and solved the situation that the crisis was put to rest and the trial sorted, however the scout found great distress from the real prospect of Geth intrusion.

The Reaper Invasion / Battle for Rannoch

After the Alarei Incident, and the acquittal of the Admiral's daughter, Vael's hatred turned to dangerous obsession once more. He put himself forward for every mission his platoon was offered. Geth raids became ever the more frequent, and talks of build up toward a war for Rannoch were soon felt on the whispers aboard the fleet. He found himself landing on planets and stations once never visited, and was placed on extended operations with the task of rooting out Geth resistance. Many believed at the time they were dealing with the remnant to their enemy, but it was during 2186 when that belief came to a screeching halt.

Vael found himself on a raid when the hour struck: and like a swarm in the sky, three Reaper vessels descended to the surface of a city. The Quarian team had heard news of a Geth hideout beneath the urban surface, but they were soon plunged into a terrible state of survival. It took them an hour to get offworld and to leave the system in haste, back to the Migrant Fleet, but the shock and awe of the Reaper scourge shook Vael. The following invasion of Rannoch then mounted on the pressures toward him, who went through the motions of grief, trauma, denial, hatred and ended on a sense of misdirection. The first hour he set foot on Rannoch was a memory he thought he'd enjoy, but it was spent under a hail of gunfire with Quarian soldiers caught under hellfire. His home ship, the Ceepal, was lost to Geth fighters in the battle. Eventually, the war ended with the majority of the Geth being killed by coordinated fleet fire. The prodigal Human Commander destroyed the Reaper on the planet's surface with the help of the Heavy Fleet, and so the Creator-Geth War ended in what should've been a triumph. Vael felt a strong emptiness afterward, and struggled immensely with the cost of familiar life.

During the Battle for Earth, Vael's platoon was sent instead to Mars in a joint-operation with Turians to seize Reaper harvesting plants that had since been moved from earth, more as a distracting or crippling blow to the planet's presence if the Battle for Earth failed. Then again, with the amassing of the Crucible and the largest armada known to the Galaxy, failure was almost an assurance of death. When the Crucible fired, Vael's platoon had been surrounded and cut down to but five members, caught in a desperate last stand against Husks and Marauders. But something on Earth had gone correctly, and the guns fell silent. The Reapers dropped dead to the ground, and the war seemed to be over.

Post-Reaper Life

Having been with the vast fleet in the Sol System, the Mass Effect Relays were most in a damaged state across the Galaxy. With the combined efforts of all those still within Sol and its neighbouring systems, the human Mass Effect relay was soon in a state of moderate operation a month later, leading to the gradual return back to the Citadel. Along the way, several members of the Migrant Fleet's occupants drifted away whilst many made the arduous journey back to Rannoch. Vael couldn't bear the pressure of all he'd been through and irrationally decided to stop by the Citadel, where he watched his surviving fleet limp back home. Many Quarians made refuge and life on the Citadel as well, but the vast majority still went back to experience their recaptured home.

Two years after the Reaper Invasion, Vael went from civilian work as an electrical engineer back into armed service in the newly formed Citadel Security Fleet. He'd spend much of his civilian life in the already overloaded therapy clinics for post-traumatic stress disorder, but he was deemed fit and untroubled enough to fit the already stretched restrictions in returning to service. He underwent additional training and mainly spent his time on small research stations posed as a guard, before he was given a transfer recommendation toward the SSV-Intervention, a new ship in the line of the Citadel's Peacekeeping Doctrine, inspired by Shepard himself. The SSV-Intervention was still in its trial phase, but that landed him among the second wave of crew to join under Captain Te'yany Janniius, the somewhat mysterious Captain at its head. He decided to stick with the ship in its final moments before deployment, landing him as an official member of the crew.

---_{P O W E R S}

Overload: An electrostatic discharge set upon a chosen target. An engineer's favourites upon shields and synthetics, as well as doubling up as a way to damage equipment.

Sentry Turret: A small and autonomous sentry turret that can be deployed nearby. Mostly needs replacement if destroyed, but equipped to chip away and suppress opponents. Ideal for chokeholds. Can be equipped with an upgraded flame variant, though those are limited in numbers.

Energy Drain: Though primarily for draining shields and reimbursing his own, Vael finds this to be more useful as a means to do his standard engineering job. It is rudimentary as it wasn't its intended design purpose, but on the fly transfer of energy from one machine to another in quick succession is a sort of layman's side-gig for the tool.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- N7 Hurricane
- M3 Predator
- Arc Grenades
- Suit-integrated Bandolier for Thermal Clips
- Reconnaissance module (zoom enhancement) for Suit Visor
- The Beloved Omnitool that every Tom, Dick and Harry has

---_{F A M I L Y}

- Rai'Ginis vas Ceepal [Father - Deceased]
- Kalash'Tala vas Ceepal [Mother - Alive]

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

To be expanded

Te'yany Janniius

The SSV-Intervention's Captain has conversed with Vael on multiple occasions. He was among the second wave of crew to join the ship during its testing trials, with the first wave simply being the leadership key figures and skeleton crew at its bare minimum. The two talked mostly on professional terms, as most had with the Captain, however he was once called into the Operations Room during trials. He claims it wasn't for anything major, but hasn't spoken about it since leaving. They seem on relative terms but the now cautious Quarian has his worries and doubts.

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Vael'Ginis

_{На Заре}

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___________________________________ Vael'Ginis vas Intervention nar Ceepal, 30 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Quarian | Ceepal, Migrant Fleet ___________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Birth - 2160 ► Height - 6'1" / 181cm ► Weight - 171 lbs / 78.8kg ► Hair Color - ??? ► Eye Color - White ► Classification - Combat Engineer ► Rank - Citadel Security Serviceman ► Sexuality - Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E As with most Quarian, Vael isn't typically identified by their physical appearance, but by the suits they adorn. And with him stands a somewhat blander design on first glance. A once eccentric and colourful suit had since been replaced with something a lot duller in design. A thick crimson tone runs across his upper-torso and hood, made from thick, elasticated wraps. Where his individuality comes from is etched into the wraps themselves - a family pattern passed through several generations, sourced from an unfamiliar design on one's past pilgrimage, gives him his main sense of attachment to the suit he adorns. The vast majority of his suit is of a dark grey and black, with strips of dark olive drab headed down either side of his thighs to his heels. Two small semicircles sit on either side of his hip, coated in the same shade as his hood, which is then buried beneath another elasticated wrap that circumnavigates his waist. His visor blends in well enough with its brooding purple tone, washed out like the remnants of a long-passed regent. And beneath that purple shade lies the two white eyes that shine through, as well as a faint outline of the Quarian's face. As with most, he's done little to show his crew or previous servicemen much of what he looks like, with only a few proper exceptions in life.

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Once before, there was an adventurous and brash Quarian that had every incentive to go down the rabbit holes of danger to see what laid beneath the lights and sun-kissed plains of planet surfaces and ship decks. That was a while back. When one Vael'Ginis nar Ceepal found what was beneath the surface, something far more familiar to how he entered the SSV-Intervention came about. Vael is something of a blunt individual; he's got a sense of direction and sees to make it as minimally exciting as can be, though still has a deep-rooted willingness to peer ahead whilst he still can. He's cautious in a sense that he's thorough. Double checking, to triple checking. If he's made a system, he has also attempted to back it up several times. This anxiety disguises itself as a drive to do better and what he does, and has brought him a remarkable distance since his lowest hours in life, but at some point that sort of pressure mounts itself.

But as a conversationalist, he's been known to flipflop between the ease of a river's flow to that of a brick wall. There's always a slight reluctance to bring personal reasoning into everything he does, and he does his best to wave it off if he can. Still, his love for tinkering has put him in a place among the many of his ship. It's a fresh start from where he was before, and the countless new faces does bring itself the benefit of fading into the obscure crowds of nobodies, lest the ship's crew had their eyes on bringing out a lost Quarian sense of purpose. Then again, those who hadn't emerged from the Reaper Invasion with the mental scars to prove so were either cold, far gone or used to the horror that had besieged them.

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Early Life

Vael'Ginis nar Ceepal was born, of course, aboard the Migrant Fleet vessel known as the Ceepal, a small machinist ship that was among the most unremarkable in its ranks. His father was quite the hallmark example of a formal crewman. His skills in electrical engineering proved among the best for their far smaller and strangely designed flotilla vessel, and so it would have been only natural for the lessons of Vael's paternal tutor to be pushed onto him. At first, Vael was very compliant, taking immediate interest in the intricacies of VI management and shielding systems, both from the micro and personal levels all the way up to the ships barriers. But as with youth came a need to do all else with his life, and the pilgrimage was soon coming into place. Back then, he was far more adventurous and excited to see what laid beyond. He had heard stories of those who'd landed feet first into worlds unfit for the ship-borne Quarians, and those who'd came back with many stories to tell. Those excited him beyond comprehension. His father warned him to take more care in his practices and to find something more grounded to suit his needs, but Vael was all too keen to take what he'd learnt from his father into a dangerous place - that alone would've been worth the pilgrimage and would've given any fleet captain proof of his worth.

Pilgrimage

So, he found himself aboard many ships on his journeys beyond the fleet. At first it was a case of jumping between shipyards and orbital stations in search of work and direction. Unlike some of his Quarian friends who'd settled somewhere in order to find something concrete, Vael took interest in going as far down the rabbit hole as he could. He began by hitching rides with travelling merchant ships between systems, before he took a defacto job posting aboard a Turian diplomatic ship as an engineer, where he received his first security training. From there, he spent some time on the Citadel. Life was somewhat challenging aboard the infamous station, as it was for most Quarians who'd set foot there, but by tugging on the diplomat's cloak he managed to secure access onto the station. This however resulted in him living with relative scarcity, and he regularly made trouble for himself by attempting to gain access to maintenance areas forbidden to the public. Around this time he'd convinced himself that he wanted to be something of an infiltrator - or anything of similar adrenaline thrills, for at the very least it'd benefit the Migrant Fleet's peacekeeping operations.

His exploits on the Citadel were short-lived. Twice he found himself in front of C-SEC desks getting a stern telling off, with one including a fine, yet it eventually funnelled him into a bar one evening, which bumped him into Graham Siletto. The human male talked the night away with him, and he was introduced to the life of excavation. They were more of a small, privatised group that entered caverns suspected of containing Prothean artefacts and, more importantly, being commissioned to investigate events such as mine collapses and disasters. It was the perfect setup for Vael, as it gave him a somewhat honourable goal, but he soon became hooked on the thrill of it all. His practical knowledge of electrical engineering made him a solid asset to the small team of humans, asari, turian and a Salarian, of which he grew fond of. Cestal Azoma was quite the talented engineer, of which Vael made a strong attempt to learn from her machinist background. Engines and ground-based excavation technology soon became an additional passion for the young Quarian. However, the job postings soon became more and more dangerous.

Come late 2182, the team found themselves underprepared for an excavation dig no one could've made ready for. Though at the time it was without any seemed reason, a small collection of Geth were caught digging up for remains. A violent clash broke out and the group were forced to retreat out of the mine with half their numbers dead. Vael was, admittedly, a little shaken, but he tried to rally up his fear at the time to show the greater good for his fleet. He'd taken a single Geth arm and brought it with him back to the fleet, ending his pilgrimage with rapid disturbance. Soon, he was quarantined and questioned in private over the acquirement of the piece, and though he was at least saved from exile through the commendation of two admirals, his word was immediately put on lockdown. There was to be no spreading of Geth beyond the Perseus Veil, for they believed it would spread panic for what could've been an unorthodox case of rogue machines. Several months later, the Eden Prime War began.

Marceko Scout

At the turn of 2183, Vael had been accepted as an engineer aboard the Marceko, a patrol fleet that housed its own company of off-fleet scouts. He worked on the lower decks for the first half of his service, and he heard rumours of the Geth being spotted on Eden Prime - a human colony. Many engineers aboard the Marceko were offered alternative employment as scouts within the local Marine platoons, though few like Vael accepted the position. He felt as if there were more to be seen, more that needed experiencing and more that was kept behind lock and key. Vael's drive became more of an obsession. It was here that he received actual military training, and the at-the-time Vael'Ginis vas Marceko was sent in moderate secrecy to nearby systems, investigating leftovers of Geth presence. Once the Eden Prime war ended with the traumatic invasion of the Citadel by Sovereign, an event in which most Quarians missed out on, the inner anti-Geth sentiment that was all but natural for his kind brewed within Vael.

2184 saw the closing end of the Eden Prime War. The Alliance became reliant on patrol fleets and civilian ships to report Geth presence after the Battle of the Citadel. Vael's platoon was picked to partake in independent raids of their own, attempting to salvage some of the machinery themselves. Though the purpose was unknown, this was in part due to an opportunity for Admiral Daro'Xen vas Moreh to acquire tech to study with. Vael became rather delinquent in these times and had let his hatred for the Geth show in his actions. His attitude was better depicted in his brash change of outfitting, as extended raids upon planets gave him new assets to his clothing. The bulk of these publicised raids were over by mid-2184, but these continued on in private after the Alliance deemed the threat neutralised. Quarian desires to ensure there were next to no holdouts led to a heavy commitment to eradication. Often at times, Vael argued with his superiors, who shared vested interest in gathering Geth technology for study.

By 2185, the Collector issue began to rise, and an increasing number of Geth holdouts found in large numbers led to a struggled uphill battle between the creators and their lost servants. Vael's view of peaking under the blankets and descending down into the dangers of the galaxy began to be peeled from his body at this point, though he was still steadfast in being the first scout to take note of and study holdout electrical defences. His platoon had minimal involvement in the Collectors' scourge of human colonies however there was once an exchange of fire between a Cerberus reconnaissance team and Vael's platoon. It would be the only time Vael had ever been fired upon by the human organisation.

Of course, a terrible crisis struck the Migrant Fleet in 2185. The Alarei went dark, and the ship had been compromised from within by Geth brought to Admiral Rael'Zorah vas Alarei. Whilst a treason court case was managed within the Migrant Fleet, several squads of Quarian Marines attempted to board the ship, but were always repelled or slaughtered. Vael saw friends enter the shuttle and never make it back on the return journey. It wasn't until an infamous human Commander stepped in and solved the situation that the crisis was put to rest and the trial sorted, however the scout found great distress from the real prospect of Geth intrusion.

The Reaper Invasion / Battle for Rannoch

After the Alarei Incident, and the acquittal of the Admiral's daughter, Vael's hatred turned to dangerous obsession once more. He put himself forward for every mission his platoon was offered. Geth raids became ever the more frequent, and talks of build up toward a war for Rannoch were soon felt on the whispers aboard the fleet. He found himself landing on planets and stations once never visited, and was placed on extended operations with the task of rooting out Geth resistance. Many believed at the time they were dealing with the remnant to their enemy, but it was during 2186 when that belief came to a screeching halt.

Vael found himself on a raid when the hour struck: and like a swarm in the sky, three Reaper vessels descended to the surface of a city. The Quarian team had heard news of a Geth hideout beneath the urban surface, but they were soon plunged into a terrible state of survival. It took them an hour to get offworld and to leave the system in haste, back to the Migrant Fleet, but the shock and awe of the Reaper scourge shook Vael. The following invasion of Rannoch then mounted on the pressures toward him, who went through the motions of grief, trauma, denial, hatred and ended on a sense of misdirection. The first hour he set foot on Rannoch was a memory he thought he'd enjoy, but it was spent under a hail of gunfire with Quarian soldiers caught under hellfire. His home ship, the Ceepal, was lost to Geth fighters in the battle. Eventually, the war ended with the majority of the Geth being killed by coordinated fleet fire. The prodigal Human Commander destroyed the Reaper on the planet's surface with the help of the Heavy Fleet, and so the Creator-Geth War ended in what should've been a triumph. Vael felt a strong emptiness afterward, and struggled immensely with the cost of familiar life.

During the Battle for Earth, Vael's platoon was sent instead to Mars in a joint-operation with Turians to seize Reaper harvesting plants that had since been moved from earth, more as a distracting or crippling blow to the planet's presence if the Battle for Earth failed. Then again, with the amassing of the Crucible and the largest armada known to the Galaxy, failure was almost an assurance of death. When the Crucible fired, Vael's platoon had been surrounded and cut down to but five members, caught in a desperate last stand against Husks and Marauders. But something on Earth had gone correctly, and the guns fell silent. The Reapers dropped dead to the ground, and the war seemed to be over.

Post-Reaper Life

Having been with the vast fleet in the Sol System, the Mass Effect Relays were most in a damaged state across the Galaxy. With the combined efforts of all those still within Sol and its neighbouring systems, the human Mass Effect relay was soon in a state of moderate operation a month later, leading to the gradual return back to the Citadel. Along the way, several members of the Migrant Fleet's occupants drifted away whilst many made the arduous journey back to Rannoch. Vael couldn't bear the pressure of all he'd been through and irrationally decided to stop by the Citadel, where he watched his surviving fleet limp back home. Many Quarians made refuge and life on the Citadel as well, but the vast majority still went back to experience their recaptured home.

Two years after the Reaper Invasion, Vael went from civilian work as an electrical engineer back into armed service in the newly formed Citadel Security Fleet. He'd spend much of his civilian life in the already overloaded therapy clinics for post-traumatic stress disorder, but he was deemed fit and untroubled enough to fit the already stretched restrictions in returning to service. He underwent additional training and mainly spent his time on small research stations posed as a guard, before he was given a transfer recommendation toward the SSV-Intervention, a new ship in the line of the Citadel's Peacekeeping Doctrine, inspired by Shepard himself. The SSV-Intervention was still in its trial phase, but that landed him among the second wave of crew to join under Captain Te'yany Janniius, the somewhat mysterious Captain at its head. He decided to stick with the ship in its final moments before deployment, landing him as an official member of the crew.

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Overload: An electrostatic discharge set upon a chosen target. An engineer's favourites upon shields and synthetics, as well as doubling up as a way to damage equipment.

Sentry Turret: A small and autonomous sentry turret that can be deployed nearby. Mostly needs replacement if destroyed, but equipped to chip away and suppress opponents. Ideal for chokeholds. Can be equipped with an upgraded flame variant, though those are limited in numbers.

Energy Drain: Though primarily for draining shields and reimbursing his own, Vael finds this to be more useful as a means to do his standard engineering job. It is rudimentary as it wasn't its intended design purpose, but on the fly transfer of energy from one machine to another in quick succession is a sort of layman's side-gig for the tool.

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- N7 Hurricane
- M3 Predator
- Arc Grenades
- Suit-integrated Bandolier for Thermal Clips
- Reconnaissance module (zoom enhancement) for Suit Visor
- The Beloved Omnitool that every Tom, Dick and Harry has

---_{F A M I L Y}

- Rai'Ginis vas Ceepal [Father - Deceased]
- Kalash'Tala vas Ceepal [Mother - Alive]

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Te'yany Janniius

The SSV-Intervention's Captain has conversed with Vael on multiple occasions. He was among the second wave of crew to join the ship during its testing trials, with the first wave simply being the leadership key figures and skeleton crew at its bare minimum. The two talked mostly on professional terms, as most had with the Captain, however he was once called into the Operations Room during trials. He claims it wasn't for anything major, but hasn't spoken about it since leaving. They seem on relative terms but the now cautious Quarian has his worries and doubts.

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W h a t R e m a i n s

_{Even after a great war, peace remains unsustainable...}

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It's been four years since the legendary Commander John Shepard, human Spectre and Officer of the Alliance Navy, dealt the final blow to the Reaper invasion. By using the Crucible, all synthetic life was destroyed in order to put an end to the cataclysmic cycle that had ravaged the galaxy for what felt like an eternal process. Such a move sent a shockwave across the galaxy and put the order of galactic politics, society and conflict at a complete standstill. The Reapers were gone, as were the Geth, and everything seemed to go silent for a while. The Mass Effect relays were damaged in the process of final victory, and the last three years were dedicated to repairing and reactivating all surviving nodes of intersystem travel. Come the end of the third year, the natural order of the galaxy's original state returned in theory, yet nothing was ever to be the same again.

If one thing is for sure, then it goes without saying that the Reaper Invasion left a traumatising mark on all sentient life. Homeworlds had been brutalised. Planets had been wiped clean. Entire colonies had disappeared without a trace. The loss of life was all but ghastly. Human, Turian, Salarian and Asari militaries were devastated by the fighting, whilst non-council species differed in devastation. There was no real natural order of life anymore. Some species, such as the Batarians, were whittled down to as little as fifty-thousand survivors. Large swathes of galactic space had been reduced to echoes and silence. There was no great relief the moment Shepard pulled the trigger on the extinction cycle. Many had no real clue of what to do next. Bureaucratic stagnation returned to folly in the wake of billions killed. Repair and recovery coordination was admirable at best, and lopsided, disjointed and failing at others.

The Citadel and its Council fell into an identity crisis. Some ambassadors made large for enacting normalcy to a galaxy that could barely resemble it. Others called for great reformation, some even devolved into demands for reparations in a sea of debt-struck citizens. There was never quite the happy ending as once heralded by the countless news networks throughout the war, but at the very least, life lived on without having been harvested once more. Despite this, countless threats still plagued Citadel Space, from within and from the reaches of the Terminus System, or throughout the desolate wastelands left ravaged by the invasion. Civil conflict, those who see others unfit for leadership, sits as a close prospect in many systems. That universal unification of all life fritters whilst some fall to insecurity in the face of annihilation. It seems that the sudden revoke of the apocalypse set in motion a grand disturbance throughout. But at the very least, there remains hope among those that wish to persist with the aftermath seen by their saviours. It is simply a test to see whether said ideals come to fruition, or if they die in the ever-changing galaxy.

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C a u g h t I n A L a n d s l i d e

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Mass Effect: Intervention is to follow crewmembers of the SSV-Intervention, an Alliance vessel leased to the Citadel that was constructed from 'Andromeda Initiative' ship designers back in 2184. The Intervention is captained by one Te'yany Janniius, an Asari put in command of one of many new ships in the name of the Citadel's centralised military endeavours, beyond that of system-by-system policing by the Turian Empire and Systems Alliance. A new doctrine, inspired by the actions of the SSV-Normandy, has set out a number of autonomous companies who's intent is to provide flexible and effective military force between the cracks that formed in the damaged fleets' coverage. Though a licensed design in Alliance hands, the ships authority lies on the Citadel, and thus a range of races and species are found on board the ship. The Intervention is a relatively new vessel, having ran only several exercises and a few missions since its construction. Finally, it is to be bathed in baptism. The crew has been fully assembled. And with it comes its first task.

After the conclusion to the Reaper Invasion, it was easy to forget another major foe that still lurked in and out of Citadel space. Cerberus, the fanatic human organisation, remains, though much of its physical strength has been reduced to atoms. The death of the Illusive Man drew what many hoped would be the fatal strike to the group, however it served more to break the limbs of the beast than to sever its head. Cerberus remains out there. Their goals are once more uncertain, though the Citadel Council are more than eager to shut down any instances of its existence. Any cells and outposts that are discovered are immediately met with detainment or elimination. Ships like the Intervention specialise in removing these threats. Most recently, Cerberus activity was picked up on Virmire, in the Sentry Oemga, far into the remnant lands of lost battles. The assignment has been left to the Intervention to investigate the reports, and to either detain, disrupt or destroy any presence found.

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W e l c o m e !

_{...for the guns stop firing only when they need to reload.}

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Hello and welcome, interest checkers and newcomers, to Mass Effect: Intervention, the thread set aboard the aforementioned SSV-Intervention, a reconnaissance and security frigate commissioned for Citadel matters. We're here to bring together a wide variety of characters all in the same boat, from different walks of life, in a post-Reaper Invasion galaxy. A lot has happened to the galaxy, and though the Mass Relays are only just starting to reach a condition viable for usage, there's a lot to reconnect and recover in the wake of a destructive war. We will all fall under the initial command of the vessel and create an interactive breathing space for these characters to develop, add to the story and to forge their own path in a time left over by the legends that preceded them.

I think you get the gist of the story setup. For the tl;dr: Citadel want to root out pockets of Cerberus, and the SSV-Intervention, a relatively fresh ship in a tested design, is being sent to Virmire to investigate a reported presence. The main focus of this RP is surrounding the characters and how they interact/bounce off of one another. The plot should be the vessel for them to develop and engage in varying levels of relationships with one another, be it the professional camaraderie, the friendships, rivalries, disdains and even romances that stem from a ship's community-like crewspace. Of course, this means that over the long course of the setting, we'll be visiting different planets, locations and stations to help flesh out a series of connected stories. Depending on how the RP goes, we'll either focus far more on the ship's micro stories or its macro stories. Either way, combat, working lives and tragedies are sure to strike along the way. The galaxy is still very much a dangerous place, and the hole left if the galactic balance of power post-invasion has put many in precarious spots in life.

So, it should go without saying that first I should introduce to you the SSV-Intervention. As mentioned before, this vessel was a System's Alliance design obtained from the Andromeda Project before they set out. Since its acquirement, the Alliance had begun development on their own version until the Reaper Invasion cut plans short. Out of the ashes of the war came time for innovation once more. The ship's design schematic - the Hood-Class Frigate - was then brought into fruition as a cost-effective, yet highly resilient, vessel that brought to power a new doctrine of galactic peacekeeping. Shepard's spearheading of this doctrine through his use of the SSV-Normandy SR2 was then brought to the Citadel Council at first notice, to which they purchased licenses for existing ships and brought them into their own ranks. And though the ship hasn't seen much wide adoption outside of Alliance in their attempt to rebuild strength, the Citadel Security Fleet has employed around 90 of these, many still bearing Alliance designation. One of these, freshly out of trials, comes the Intervention.

The SSV-Intervention

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For the few familiar with the Andromeda Initiative, the Hood-Class Frigate design strikes heavy resemblance to that of the human ship 'The Tempest' deployed in much secrecy to the unknown galaxy. What massively detaches it from its privatised origins is its heavily robust and militaristic upgrades made at the cost of the state of the art luxury seen on its far-gone parent design, as well as an overall upscaling of the design from 95 metres in length to 160. The ship is armed with a series of standardised systems found commonly on most frigates of the era: a GUARDIAN Point Defence Laser system, Kinetic Barriers, and a spinal-fitted mass accelerator cannon embedded within the ships' body. Additionally, what was originally to be a main battery weapon that sits on the ship's underside is a Lambda Cannon, a supposedly cheap alternative to the famed Thanix Cannon. However, due to underperformances, the weapon is best suited for peppering larger targets' weak spots for delivery of the ships' mass accelerator cannon. There are bays for Javelin Disruptor Missiles as well, as favoured by many small frigate crews.

Top Floor: Captain's / XO's Cabins

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The worst downgrade in luxury compared to the Tempest is the Brass' quarters. These cabins are, however, the most comfortable living spaces aboard the vessel. Additionally, the Executive Officer has their own slightly smaller version of the same cabin, only missing some of the space for decoration such as the model stands that separate workspace from bedroom. Many of the crew might envy the privilege, but the Captain has once said the bed isn't as entirely comfortable as it looks.

Second Floor: C&C / War Room

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To a lesser extent, the Command and Coordination Centre (or C&C) is modelled after many small frigates alike. A main podium for the ship's mission planning and disclosed mission planning takes place in this main centre, with systems feedbacking directly to the pilot for immediate communication. Thus, this acts as the primary war room for most known operations the Intervention is expected to go on. This then links directly to the pilot and navigator's cockpit. Other systems such as the main docking bay doors and small security posts can be found around this area.

Second Floor: Operations' Room / Research Station

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Note that the War Room's main function was for mainline operations. However, for matters and operations that are undisclosed to the main crew, as well as a space for the Captain's affairs to be shared with higher ups / specific crew, the Operations' Room sits near to the rear of the second floor, separated off by a security checkpoint and a spare room that's been converted into a small research lab. A great deal of mystery was said to have been discussed behind those closed doors, usually closed off from the standard crewmate. Those who are brought inside tend to not openly discuss the matters the Captain had brought to them either, giving it a sort of wives' tale level light-hearted conspiracy.

Third Floor: Crew's Quarters

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One part, however, that can be seen at times as an upgrade are the quarters for the regular crewman. Beds are able to be divided by cubicle like walls, adding a small sense of security and privacy those that may wish it. Though not every crewman sleeps with their walls shut, still favouring the communal sense of a barracks, the options still stands for most beds, though it does drastically reduce living space to store personal goods. The additional benefit, at least, is that on-ship protection for non-combatants allows them to hide themselves within these quarters fairly easily, though it does little to protect from ship breaches. Among the quarters are two communal eating food preparation areas, a larger-scale kitchen and communal relaxation spot, blending into an off-side observation deck and relaxation point, though by far the built in bar counter is a lot less desirable than that of the once heralded Normandy. Most importantly, the main doctor's office is located on this floor, where treatments are made to the injured and sick if need be, as well as generalised care to those struggling with on-mission stress.

Fourth Floor: Engineering / Main Systems Maintenance

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The Engineering Deck is sectioned by many dividing, strongly reinforced rooms that protect key systems for the vessel to run. Though backups for critical systems are found on the command floor as well in case of emergency, the backbone of maintenance is found here. There are some spots for crew relaxation to minimise the flow of jumping between floors to catch a break, but they are small and less comfortable than the crew quarters' counterpart. Things such as basic VI systems, tertiary data banks, the mass effect drive core and all manners of engineering namesakes are found throughout here, as well as most of the crew specialised in its wellbeing. A decent number of engineers are combat trained too, though many act as reserve security over ground-team deployments due to their preference to stay aboard.

Fifth Floor: Shuttle Bay / Quartermaster's Office

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The Shuttle Bay makes up the vast majority of the fifth floor deck. Though two shuttles can be fitted to the ship for extended operational use, one is favoured for the most part. This section is partnered up with the Quartermaster's Office, a sectioned off and secured room that acts as the main armoury storage for the ship. That being said, there are secondary, smaller weapon compartments on each and every deck, for boarding emergencies of course. Most of the weaponry is standard issue, though as the doctrine has opened up space for a somewhat wider net of non-specialised weaponry, the Quartermaster doubles up as a space for part shopping. Final note, the Shuttle Bay also acts as the main cargo bay.

But what of the characters of this vessel? Well, to begin with, there'll be a pool of races to choose from, with the non-Citadel Security Fleet races being allowed as secondary characters down the line if they were to be introduced aboard. For the most part, the crew will differ from all sorts of backgrounds. Some of you might choose to have characters already know one another, either minimally or extensively, prior to the maiden mission of the SSV-Intervention, whilst I assume most will be there as new faces to the ranks.

There is one somewhat important prerequisite to the character you make: they must at least be a serviceman for their home systems' organisations (i.e. Alliance Military, Turian Fleet etc.) or a recruit of the Citadel Security Fleet. Now this doesn't just mean the brunt and brutes of soldiers, this could be down to the more logistical and civilian-like positions found throughout, such as doctors, scientists and researchers if you want your characters to fill those niches. I was asked this during the making of the OOC thread. If you don't have a desire for the "militaristic" background, then the Citadel Fleet fills that gap more, acting more initially as a civilian-like job. Of course, they'd end up being recruited officially for service aboard the Intervention, whether through requested transfer or necessity, and with the Galaxy still bandaging its heavy wounds I can suspect there might be a good array of backgrounds that precede their introductions.

Another topic to quickly touch on is the characters' jobs. Not every character has to be a combatant first and foremost. I've talked the interested and we have such ideas as the ship's main doctor, think Chakwas for the Normandy, or a pilot. I'm fine with these, eventually people will have the space to make landfall in their own ways, should a major story event come about, and I'll try to best include everyone where I can, but just keep in mind of what might influence your character in their specified roles. Also, alongside these roles comes the topic of "class". I wouldn't say there's any super strict class structure for combat-based explorers and peacekeepers, such as the general soldier, engineer, adept and onwards, but it is worth looking at the six "classes" to better narrow down any combat skills, of which you'll choose from three, just to make sure we don't overextend what our characters can do from the beginning. There may be opportunities to better equip and hone a characters' skillset, but I don't generally want to gameify the abilities too much as this is a narrative RP foremost.

Last side note for the character sheet: I'm posting the most basic skeleton for it. Some people like format their sheets differently, and I'm all cool for that. So long as you include all the necessary information here, you're green to go ahead, and if you want to put in any additional information, then go for it.

Character Sheet

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An image of the character could go here. Though advised you get a faceclaim, ones without are required to write heavier detail in their appearance section as a result.

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Name
Should be simple enough

Race
So, the Intervention selection so far would be: Human, Turian, Salarian, Asari, Quarian, Batarian, Krogan & Drell.

Age
Pretty explanatory, but mark it down as in human years, just to avoid confusion.

Sexuality
What's Mass Effect without a little potential romance on the table?

Gender
Again, self-explanatory. Especially for the Asari.

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Appearance
Description of how they look physically, as well as their potential combat gear, on-duty attire (though I assume for most humanoid races this would simply be the standard Intervention uniform, and what they are likely to wear off-duty. Physicality is the main focus, though.

Height
Easy enough.

Personality
What kind of individual are they, both on duty and off duty?

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Role / Specialty
What is their role aboard the SSV-Intervention? A good note to make is that ground-team peacekeepers usually have a smaller, secondary role aboard the ship. Some are self-explanatory and only need the one summary, such as Combat Engineer, as that'd fill two very obvious spots onboard and offside.

Equipment
What sort of things do they most generally use? Mainly weaponry, or small devices required for their role to function? Obviously the omnitool is present with everyone, so don't feel the need to mention it here.

Powers/Skills
A small, three tiered list of abilities generally found within the Mass Effect franchise. Things such as concussive shots, biotic abilities, specialised grenades, drones, hacking implants etc etc. Do ask if you have any suggestions or questions regarding this.

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Biography
More or less self-explanatory. What happened in their lives? What brought them to where they are now? How did the Reaper Invasion four years ago impact their lives? And what eventually led them to the Intervention, such as whether it was a leasing from their home race or through recruitment into the Citadel Security Fleet?

Affiliations
Who are they families, major friends or life-impacting individuals with prior to their posting aboard the SSV-Intervention?

Relationships
Optional, but a fun way to document how they see other characters they regularly interact with.

Character Theme
Not necessary, but just a bit of fun innit.

Again, bare minimum format, so feel free to decorate or reformat the sheet to your heart's desires, because who doesn't love a bit of flash and flair to their introductory character sheet?

Overall, I do dearly hope you enjoy the RP we've got here. Those who've shown interest already, I'm super excited to see what you bring to the table, and if anyone new is interested in joining simply drop your interest in the OOC here and I'll be excited to see what you come up with. If there are any problems with submitted character sheets I'll query about them as best as I can to make a compromise if it's something that I feel may harm the experience (which honestly is a rarity). Thank you all for reading this, and to send it off, I'll leave a small list of major events detailed by Shepard's exploits to summarise the galactic events that are still in influence today.

The Exploits of John Shepard

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>Shepard was an earthborn, first gaining for being the sole-survivor of a Thresher Maw attack on Akuze.
>He saved the colony on Feros and spared Shiala, ending the Thorian infection.
>The Rachni Queen was not spared on Noveria.
>During Sovereign's attack on the Citadel, Shepard saved the council at the cost of the human fleet's strength.
>Shepard exposed Saren after his defeat, however it was quickly covered up a week later.
>Councillor Udina remained as the human representative post-Battle of Citadel.
>Shepard regretfully destroyed Maelon's data.
>Shepard reluctantly chose to destroy the Mass Effect relay out of necessity, delaying the Reaper's arrival.
>The Collector base was destroyed.
>Shepard survived and became the headliner for the war against the Reapers.
>He cured the Genophage, allowing the Krogan to repopulate. Salarian support was mostly sacrificed as a result, as he was unable to save the Salarian Councillor alongside Thane during the attempted Cerberus Coup on the Citadel.
>He personally shot Udina during the coup.
>Shepard made contact with a sentient race deep in the Oceans of 2181 Despoina. No information about this is public and remains confidential to the highest authorities.
>During the Battle of Rannoch, Shepard was unable to properly broker peace between the Geth and Quarians. This resulted in the morn of a final battle, but was quickly suppressed and the Creator-Geth War ended in a Quarian victory and reclamation of their home planet.
>Though Shepard defeated Oleg's Cerberus forces on Omega, the City was never fully taken back as Aria T'Loak had initially hoped for. Cerberus cells lingered. Since the end of the Reaper War, Cerberus forces are still reported to have heavy presence within the city, risking another civil war.
>Shepard managed to amass just enough forces to siege down Earth and to break through the Reaper defences, though the cost of life was as high as anticipated.
>Shepard, deeming the threat of the Reapers too large to ignore, chose to destroy synthetic life with the Crucible. Thus, Shepard, the Normandy and her crew went missing in its final hours. Resistant pockets of the Geth and other VI systems galaxy wide were mostly destroyed in the process. The Mass Effect relays were heavily damaged, however were on set to be repaired in the coming years.

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